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This is the story of not knowing but knowing, and of having the best song I wrote be like my own Fleetwood Mac’ing of our good and earnest little band. It did not really inflict endless damage, but it informed me, and so I suppose this is a bit like a confession and an apology and an admission, because good songs come from nothing less. – Jana Martin Continue reading →

Crying is good for you, but sometimes it’s hard to manage, especially when it’s intense and you’ve got stuff to do. Robert Burke Warren comes clean about being a crybaby, the good, the bad, and the redemptive. Continue reading →